Birth of a Bookworm

A running joke within parts of my family has always been about where my enthusiasm for reading came from. True, my dad has never been much of a reader, and I doubt that will be changing anytime soon. My mother, on the other hand, is a huge reader. She fostered my love for reading ever since I was a small child. I always looked up to her taste in books. My mom raised me to be a little reader, just like her.

Some of my favorite childhood memories come from reading along with my mother. We made an event out of sharing stories. The two of us would take turns reading pages aloud to each other. Looking back, I realize that she definitely lowered her reading standards to read beginner level middle grades with me. One set of books that we devoured together was the Give Yourself Goosebumps series. For those of you not familiar with this breed of Goosebumps books, R. L. Stine created an interactive piece of media that allows readers to make decisions that affected the outcome of the plot. I remember how excitedly I would call out my decisions for our character. These books have since been put out of print, so it is unfortunately really hard to find any for a decent price. Still, I am so nostalgic for the silver lined memories of these scary stories that kick started my relationship with books.

The Secret Series was another of my mother’s and my fictional adventure. I stumbled upon the Name of This Book is Secret in a bookstore one day. Not only were we hooked, we were also stuck waiting for the rest of the series to be released. Sometimes we would read the newest book on our own, but we always came together to talk about the developments. I genuinely still love this children’s series with all my heart. The fond memories that are linked with my reading experience are forever tied to this series.

Clearly, I’ve been a bookworm since early childhood. My adolescent experiences with reading followed me through the rest of my life. It is so beneficial to recall the roots of my reading obsession. My relationship with my mother is still linked through our tastes in books, which are now more similar than ever. I am grateful for the amazing opportunities I have had through my life to explore my ever growing love of reading.

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Hello! My name is Ivy, and I created this blog as an outlet for all my bookish thoughts and opinions.
I’ve been a devoted reader for as long as I can remember. My favorite reads are young adult, mystery, contemporary, or psychological thrillers. I love looking for new ways to push myself out of my comfort zone.
When my head’s (nose isn’t) not in a book, you can probably find me with my earbuds in listening to podcasts or my latest favorite songs. In my free time I like to perform with my show choir, procrastinate on schoolwork, cuddle with my dog, or gush about my latest reads. I’m always looking for new recommendations, so don’t hesitate to reach out.
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